An Awakening (M/f teen, inc, oral)
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I was fourteen years old, and have been raised only by my father in an
extremely protected environment. One day, having come home before I was
expected, I saw our pretty Hispanic housekeeper sitting on the kitchen
table, our gardener standing between her spread legs, the top of her
uniform open, his lips suckling at her breast. It was all more than I
could have imagined. I had barely seen a man and woman kissing, not
being allowed to see movies unless my father approved them, not being
allowed to watch TV programs that were not also approved. As I watched
them from behind the door, a strange heat burned through my body. I
felt a persistent pulsing between my legs. It scared me. I ran to my
room and stayed there.
Later, my father, my handsome, understanding father, knocked on the door
and asked if I was OK. I said I was but he could tell by my voice that
something was wrong. "Are you sick, honey?" he asked as he entered the
room. "Lupe says you haven't been downstairs all afternoon."
"Something is wrong with me, Daddy," I sighed. "I think I have a
fever."
He felt my forehead and said he didn't think I was warm but my skin did
feel a little flushed. Until this time, I had kept the covers pulled
firmly up around my chin. I eased them down now, revealing my nubile
breasts to my father.
"Look, Daddy. My...my...nipples are all pucker and they feel funny. I
tried to rub them to get them to stop but the feeling just gets more
intense."
My father just stared. A look came into his eyes like I had never seen
before. He looked...hungry all of sudden. He was completely still for
a moment. That look was making the heat in my body build.
I rushed to explain... "I saw Lupe with Juan. He was kissing her
breasts. She looked like she was in pain but she wasn't pushing him
away. Do you think he was kissing her to make her feel better?"
My father didn't say a word. He just continued to stare with that
burning look in his eyes. I licked my suddenly dry lips. The motion
pulled his gaze to my mouth. His eyes flared even hotter.
"Do you think my breasts would feel better if somebody kissed them?"
This time I didn't wait for him to speak.
"Would you kiss them, Daddy? Would you kiss them and make them feel
better?"
As if he was hypnotized, he leaned down agonizingly slowly and pressed a
soft kiss against one nipple. I practically lurched off the bed at the
intensity of the feeling. He move his lips to the other and gave it the
same soft kiss.
"Please, Daddy...please..." I didn't even know what I was asking for,
but I knew he did. He raised his eyes to mine for a moment more before
wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking hard, laving the nipple
with his tongue, nipping at it gently with his teeth before pressing
soft kisses to it again. He repeated this with the other breast. Back
and forth, back and forth until I was writhing on the bed.
He pulled back a little and looked at me. "Does that feel better,
baby?" he asked gently.
"A little, Daddy, but now it hurts somewhere else."
"Show me, sweetie," he said, but without waiting for me, he drew the
covers the rest of the way down my body, revealing the downy, red gold
curls between my legs, feasting on me with his eyes. "Show me, baby,"
this time his voice coming out as more of a command.
"Here, Daddy. Right here," I said, spreading my legs, running my
fingers down my belly to rest of the spring curls. "Will you kiss me
there, too, Daddy? Please."
He shifted lower on the bed laying his body between my legs. He took my
thighs firmly but gently in his hands and spread them wider. He looked
up at me once again and then pressed his lips against the place that was
burning the hottest. I screamed and lurched my hips up against his
mouth. He held me tighter, controlling me. He began to lick and suck
on my heated flesh, finding a tight little button on pleasure that I
didn't even know existed. He rolled it between his lips, he sucked
hard, he lashed it with his tongue, he drove me wild. I felt an
explosion building in my body. I knew something was about to happen. I
got scared, but he sensed and raised his head momentarily and said,
"It's OK, baby. I'm right here. Your daddy's right here. Let your body
go...feel..." and with that he lowered his mouth back to me and
redoubled his efforts. I felt my muscles stiffen, my hips thrust hard
up against his mouth, a soft scream tear from my chest as the light of a
thousand stars seem to burst throughout my body.
His mouth stayed on me as I gently floated down to earth. All of a
sudden, he sat up, with a shocked look on his face. I knew that he was
feeling bad about what had happened and I knew I didn't want him to feel
that way. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him.
"Thank you, Daddy...thank you...that felt so wonderful. You made me
feel so wonderful." I clutched him tight and wouldn't let him pull
away. Finally he relaxed a little into my embrace. As I shifted my arm
around his waist, my hand accidently grazed that hard bulge between his
legs. He winced.
"Daddy, do you hurt like I did?"
Again, he said nothing. Feeling oddly bold, I spread my hand across the
bulging fabric and squeezed gently. He moaned deeply, a sounds starting
in his belly and ripping from his throat.
"Let me kiss it and make it better, Daddy. Like you did for me." I
slid off the bed and between his legs. I unbuttoned his shirt and found
his flat male nipples and licked them and sucked them like he had me.
He trembled, I felt it and I felt powerful. As I licked and sucked, my
hands trailed down his flat belly to his belt buckle. His hand stopped
me for a moment. I looked up at him and whispered, "Please, Daddy...let
me." and he gave in, moving his hand and letting me do as I pleased. I
unzipped his pants and pushed aside his boxer shorts and found his warm
shaft. "Mmmmm.." I sighed. "It's so beautiful, Daddy. What's it
called?"
"It's my cock..." he barely whispered.
"Your cock is beautiful, Daddy. Can I kiss it?"
"Yes" he groaned. "Oh, God...yes..."
I pressed my soft lips against it, sweetly chastely, tasting him,
smelling him. I ran my tongue across the silky skin. "Daddy, the skin
is so soft but it is so heart and hard. How can that be?"
"You made it that way, baby." he said, his breathing coming hard and
raspy now.
"Me, Daddy?"
"Yes...kiss it again, baby. Let me feel your mouth on it."
I pressed kisses all around the pulsing head, then I let my tongue run
down its entire length. He groaned. I smiled. I ran my lips back up
his hot flesh and then opened my lips and let it slip between them. He
groaned again. "That's it, baby. That's it. Suck Daddy's cock."
His words made me wild. I slid my mouth as far down his cock as I could
and started sucking. I slid my mouth up and down the shaft, sucking all
the while, knowing that he was going to feel the same star bursting
glory that I had felt when his mouth was on me. His hips began to pump
against my mouth. I redoubled my efforts. I felt the muscles in his
thighs start to tremble and stiffen.
"Let go, baby...let go or I'll come in your mouth." I didn't know
exactly what he meant, but I knew I wanted it. I sucked hard and deep
and felt warm creamy fluid spurting against my tongue. I was so
surprised I pulled back and then next jet of fluid went right on my
lips. Seeing the hot, white fluid shooting from his cock was the most
beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wrapped my lips around him again as
his cock lurched and shook in my mouth, tasting his salty come on my
tongue, hearing his groaning cry, feeling his hips thrust, seemingly
against his will as he flooded my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I
got all of it and I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue.
Without saying a word, he kissed me on the forehead and picked me up and
tucked me back in bed. I felt asleep wondering when we would kiss each
other again.
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